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Dating someone who is “vanilla” or outside of “the community” is slightly discombobulating. It’s not her… It’s just that i’ve become accustomed to the way we do things in our little bdsm world. We have all manner of shortcuts and buzzwords. We disclose so much about ourselves up front. When someone meets me in that community, … Continue reading →

The spawn moved out recently, so it was funny when i came across this post from April that was still stuck in my DRAFT file. i’m not sure why i didn’t post it when i wrote it. i miss these weird conversations in the bat-cave. Spawn: You should go to the store now. me: … Continue reading →

i might buy a crimson cape … just to make my neck seem more naked when i unfasten its collar and slip it off my shoulders i might buy a crimson cape … just to feel its velvety warmth replaced with your cold steel and hungry mouth i might buy a crimson cape … just to soften the ground beneath my knees as … Continue reading →

This past weekend, i was cleaning and i moved the kitchen storage unit in front of one of the windows to discover this poor fellow behind. Having been passed over for dinner, he was about the business of becoming a plant. His determination was admirable. i fished him out, handed him to K and pronounced … Continue reading →

There is something beautiful in the human form, particularly in the naked female form. A discussion about possible photo scenes lead me to look through my stash of reclining nudes. my two favorite reclining nudes of all times are by Modigliani and Collins (below). i love the colors in both. i’m taken with the passion-drenched … Continue reading →

Lord willin’ and the creek don’t rise, i’ll find myself in an interesting position tomorrow night. i’m psyched. The evening starts with a meet-n-greet on one side of town (not sure if i will attend that or not) and then the party moves to Princeton where i get to attend to a few things on … Continue reading →

i’ve had this pic for a while … floating around on my computer. i’m not sure if i want to be this person or i want to take her. Something about it, though… lovely. White cotton, simple, innocent only not at all… just… sigh… the only thing missing? a good thrashing. i have a love-hate relationship with corsets. i’ve never been overly fond of … Continue reading →